Brian Layer - Mom in the raw

Sharon could look up and see what Jim was doing to Pat, and she envied her friend. In order to get some of the action, she swiveled around and took one of Jim's hands and brought it to her cunt. He obligingly stuck in a few fingers and massaged the slippery walls of the tube, but he found that it took a lot of concentration to cat one cunt and finger another.

His fingers got Sharon ready to be fucked, so she lifted her face from his cock and climbed on his body. Jim was still eating Pat, but Sharon was able to roll him over enough to make his prick fuckable. It was pointing out to the side, but by lying near him and throwing one thigh over his hip, she brought her cunt over his twitching prick-head.

With some wiggling and squirming, Sharon managed to get her pussy wrapped around Jim's prick, and she slid most of the pumping. By the time Pat was moaning with the climactic bliss Jim was licking into her, he was grunting into her cunt with his own ecstasy. Sharon was making noises too as Jim's huge prick bumped into the cud of her cunt-tube. The room tilled with the sounds of three orgasms simultaneously erupting.

With their lust drained away, the three fuckers lay in the position they were in when they came. Jim's prick shrunk in Sharon's pussy as his head rested on Pat's thigh. His face was soaked with her juice and he wiped it on her thigh.

Eventually, they got up and began sipping their drinks and talking. Jim stared lazily at the chicks' bodies, and saw them watching his cock for signs of life. When his prick stretched and flopped over like a sleeping man tossing in bed, they started crawling toward him on their hands and knees. The sight of them coming his way like that with their tits hanging and swinging made his cock stiffen again.

Jim fucked them both again, but by that time he was ready to call it a day. He was looking forward to telling the guys about his experience and find out how they did.

He ran into the guys at the soda shop the next

day. He asked them what had happened at Sally's.

"It was great," Chuck said. "Sally took out one of her father's bottles of whiskey and we all got drunk. I necked with Sally and Tom grabbed some tit from Ann, one of Sally's friends. Joe threw up in the kitchen and passed out in the bathtub with Jane.

The other guys told their side of the story and they all seemed to think they had a good time.

Then they asked Jim what he did after he left them. He explained how he went after them, and found Pat and Sharon, and told them in detail about what happened at Sharon's house.

They looked at Jim with amazed expressions. They didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Jim looked from one of them to the other with a straight face. He almost had to laugh at the way their mouths were hanging open. "Are you kidding?" Chuck asked in a squealing voice.

When Jim realized how his luck had been going lately, he couldn't even answer them. He started to laugh and didn't stop for a long time.

The phone rang and Peg picked it up. It was Bill.

"Peg, I just don't understand you," he said. "I know you had a good time with me when we went out. Now why won't you see me?"

She didn't know what to say. How could she tell him that she had to have a guy like Clark had been-a guy like Jim?

"I can't explain," she said. "But please, believe me. It can't work out between us. So don't waste your time on me.

She hung up. She was waiting for her son to come home. Her cunt had been crying out for his

cock all day,and now with the phone call from Bill on her mind, she needed him more than ever.

Pacing the floor in restless frustration, Peg kept looking out the window for her son.

Finally, she forced herself to sit down and read a magazine. If she kept busy, she reasoned, time would go faster, but the print in the magazine kept going out of focus and she threw it down in disgust. The only thing she could do was bite her nails.

The doorbell rang and made Peg jump up in a nervous reaction. Slit wasn't expecting anyone and didn't want to see anyone except her boy, and he wouldn't have knocked. She decided to ignore the bell. It rang again and again, but although the sound was driving her crazy, it was better than having to deal with anyone in her frenzied condition.

Her name was called through the door and she recognized Bill's voice, but she couldn't let herself answer the door. She knew that it was more than not wanting to see anyone: she didn't want to see Bill. There was something about him that reminded her that there was something missing from her life.

"I know you'll in there, and you've got to see me," he hollered.

Peg stayed in her seat and didn't say anything.

She hoped he would go away, but in a way, she

wanted him to stay too. Suddenly, there was an explosion of breaking glass. Peg knew that he had put his fist through the window on the door and must be reaching in to unlock it at that second.

Her body and mind convulsed, with contradicting emotions. She heard the door open. Her cunt was getting wet, but she feared his touch. She wanted him to take her into his arms, but could hardly keep herself from running into the bathroom and locking him out. When he strode into the room, though, looking fierce and desperate, she melted.

"Oh, Bill," she yelled and ran to him.

They held onto each other, Peg sobbing and Bill kissing her face and neck.

"Peg, listen to me," he said as he held her away from him, his strong hands holding her by her upper arms. "We both know why you won't see me, but it's ridiculous."

"No!" Peg shrieked.

"I did it for you, you know that," Bill said.

Again Peg shrieked as if a knife had been driven into her guts. Bill's words seemed to bring back old memories: Her memory of Clark was threatened and she felt the desperate need to fight off any attack by that threat. Sure, Clair had been a skunk, an overgrown baby, but he wasn't really bad. He couldn't have been. He was so loving,

But Peg's thoughts were interrupted again as she tried to patch up her memory. Bill's voice was penetrating her defenses.

"You knew what was going on, you had to. Everyone in town knew," he yelled at her.

"Okay, okay. So he fucked a few women on the side. What's so unusual about that?"

"Peg, it was mow titan that. You know."

"No!" she shrieked again as if the noise she made could keep out the truth. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing hysterically.

"Clark wasn't fucking a few women on the side. He was blackmailing them. Forcing them to do everything that his sick mind could dream up." Bill said to Peg, pulling her hands from her ears when she tried to block out his words. "I saw what he was doing, Peg. I tried to tell you, but you called me a liar."

Peg remembered suddenly. That's right, he did tell her some crazy story about Clark forcing women to put on perverted shows for him. She'd forgotten, and that's why she wouldn't go out with him. She almost remembered that night she finally accepted a date with him, but she couldn't quite pin-point it.

"It was a lie!" she screamed.

"You know it wasn't, Peg." Bill said. "And you know that the woman they found dead, the one

who had hung herself, was one of the women he was blackmailing."

Peg lay motionless on the if he didn't even have the strength to cry any longer. She had no choice but to listen.

"Clark could seduce any woman be wanted, and he could get them to do anything he wanted. Then he took pictures of them, and if they didn't do what he wanted, be threatened to show the pictures to their husbands or boy friends, or bosses. When I walked into his office that night and saw him sitting there with a whip in his hand and watching three women eating each other, I couldn't believe it either. But I saw it with my own eyes."